So this poem is dedicated to mylilblackpen...she's witting a murder story and although I'm not the biggest fan of those types of stories, its really amazing and totally worth reading. There's a link on my my profile to her story ,Murder on October 31st, along with a blurb on why you should read it. Additional information is on her profile. There's also a link to that on my profile :D

I'm really excited about her story and I hope you check it out!

P.S-I wrote this murder poem in honor of mylilblackpen it kind of creeps me out-so be warned it is dark

The way you fallAs soundlessly as paper no sound being heardNothing but your struggling handsDesperately clawing into the thick red spotted blacknessNo one will watch youIts all a charadeBut I'll control every outcomeYou'll never escape me

when they find your lifeless handsSo cold with fear and gleeI'll tell themI was the oneThe one who shed the most

And when they ask me how you got so coldI'll tell them it was red

You saw redLike a beating hearta forgotten paintingit tore you up into madness

The blanknessYes the blanknessI'll say it tore into you

As Your puny arms drew fourthI'll tell them it was darknessWith every last attempt at breathAnd When they ask me whyI'll say it was the red

And it wont be a total lieThe red bloodquivering down your broken neckThe red bloodlike a funny jokeI swore it seemed so vainly blueAs if the oxygen couldn't turn youBecause it already knewyou wouldend up deadJust like the treesand the birdsand the bees

And when they find youbrokenIll say it killed meWeakened my knees as I fellLashing out onto the marbles and graniteWhen they ask me whyI'll say that nothing could bring you backIll tell themI'll speakBut they'll never knowit always was me

When they find the knife that slit your throatYou'll be olderburied deeperLeft forgotten by every loved oneMy dna will all but be goneI'll be living it large

And if they comeI'll fake my deathI'll bury myselfHidden in past shadowsI'll go to every length and measureEven if I have to chain myself to you

Begging and screamingAll bloody and redWith tears of falseness and whimpers of somber dropsNo one will ever know the taleOf the greatest murderer of manSo when they ask me whoWith a saddened face I"ll enunciate a lie

I'll say

I Transferred from Stanford to MITWhen they ask me whyI'll say it was cuz of loveEven if its spoken in deception

But not so fast

Every lie will have truth my dearIts all a gameEverything is because of youTo see you bloodyFallingColdCoded like a silk blanket in deathIt's worth it for meto draw that slick blade againknowingI was the one

That drew out your lifelong death

Haunted by bloodA fingerprint of crimeHand prints of hypocrisyLeft on the windowA torment to youA triumph to meWatching you dearest victimSwung over the swingsA Stone cold painful death

And no sound will be heardI'll make sure of that

...

Sometimes a heartbeat is all you've got

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